Abstract: The present story describes the role that loss and love play in the life of a seemingly coherent man.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he mumbled as he was bending down to help the woman collect what was inside her handbag from the pavement. He was checking the messages on his mobile when he bumped into her. Keys, combs, coins and purse – everything was on the floor. He picked up a book and gave it to her after peering at it for a while. It was black and thin, with strange silver letters.
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